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three

My grandmas house wasn't far from my house.

I got there and ran into the house.

"Grandma, hello?" I said.

"Audrey? Is that you dear?" I heard her say, she came out from the hallway.

"Why aren't you home!?" She said coming over to me and grabbing my cheeks.

"My parents, they-they, they hurt me." I said.

"What do you mean?" Her face turned pale.

"I can't explain right now, but I just can't be there." I said scarcely.

"You're welcome to stay here." She said, cracking a smile.

"Thank you." I nodded.

"No problem, I was just going to make breakfeast, would you like some waffles?"

"Yes, please." I said, as I walked into the dining room.

I smiled.

My grandma was always there for me.

She was never sad.

*20 minutes later...*

"BING"

"Done!" She said.

I was at the dinner table.

She came out holding a plate of waffles and and eggs.

"Ouch. My arm." I said looking at my rug burned arm.

"What did you do?" Grandmother said.

I ate a waffle and scooped some eggs onto a plate, it was delicious.

"Lizzie pushed me over on the rug..and my dad pulled my arms and pushed me ton the ground.."

A tear trickled down my face.